Breath of the Spirit,
Refreshment so deep.
Sanctified waters,
‘Midst noonday heat.
Sharpening dullness,
Bright’ning the dark.
Lifting the lowly,
Humbling hearts.
Without the Spirit,
There’s naught we can do.
Please fill us, dear Jesus;
Make hearts one with You.
There’s a reason for your suffering,
A purpose for your pain.
God’s forging new beginnings;
Your hurt is not in vain.
You may be in confusion,
Be tempted by despair,
But if you’ll keep on trusting,
No comfort can compare.
Your life is God’s creation;
His plan, it has no flaw.
And when His work is over,
You’ll stand in humble awe.
Remember you are clay now,
Or liquid metal made.
Each person finely crafted,
A creature now remade.
The picture is blurry,
The end is unclear.
The boat, it is leaking.
The vultures draw near.
But this is where
Faith comes in,
Faith comes in,
This is where faith comes in.
The rope, it is fraying;
Your hands getting weak.
You don’t see an opening,
Some comfort you seek.
And this is where
Faith comes in,
Faith comes in,
This is where faith comes in.
The last pennies jingling,
The bills left unpaid.
The doc’s diagnosis
Has made you afraid.
You drive in the darkness,
The rain pouring down,
Dear Jesus, please help me
Get back into town.
Your friends, they have left you,
Or so it can seem.
You’ve used all your options,
Might give up your dreams.
But you need to let
Faith come in,
Faith come in,
You need to let faith come in.
There may not be answers,
You just need to trust … and let
Faith come in,
Faith come in.
You need to let faith come in.
Storm’s a comin’
Wind’s a whippin’
Air is chillin’
Leaves a blowin’
Wind’s a moanin’
Tree branches groanin’
Life’s a flowin’
People are growin’
Eternity beckoning
All I have to offer
Are these poor rags,
My poor attempts
To “be somebody”.
All You ever wanted
Was for me to be happy
Just for being alive,
For being created by You.
Redemption has transformed
My rags into riches.
My thread is woven
Into the beautiful tapestry
Of Your creation.
Still, I sigh and moan
While on this earth.
But all will be well.
May all the old become like new.
May all the things that make you blue
Become the things that make you strong,
Finding the Love for which you long …
On my wall I tape the cards
Sent thoughtfully at Christmas time,
Or letters / emails printed out,
With lines of news, with lines of grief.
The people whom my path has crossed,
The people thought of, long ago,
Who made a difference in my life
Who eased my lonely heart somehow.
The people who have sculpted me;
They didn’t know it at the time.
They made a difference, then went on.
They changed my patterns, changing me.
Perhaps I do not see them now —
They’ve gone away, or I from them.
And, still, they are a part of me.
And I, perhaps, a part of them.
Do you ever feel like the Drummer Boy?
Nothing to bring to the quiet King.
Nothing to give, except your sin.
Do you ever look inside yourself,
But empty finding, look above.
It’s only there, that there is Love.
And then open your heart to let Him in.
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